Alicia had been out late that night. She was just now unlocking her door at eleven fourty-five in the afternoon. Her first thought as she walked into her home was about how incredibly cold it was. It struck her as unusual as she was sure she had made sure that she had shut all her windows and left the heat pump running while she had been out. She shrugs it off and shuts the door behind her placing her coat on the hook and kicking her shoes of next to the wall.
She walks through the halls of her first floor to the kitchen dropping her bag on the bench and picking up a glass from the dishes she had washed before she had left this morning. Something in the house creaks and she pauses.
"Its just an old house, nothing more," she mumbles to herself filling the glass with water and then leaving the kitchen to do her nightly checks. I make sure to turn the heat pump down so it doesn't over heat, double check all the windows are shut and that I have locked everything up and feed the animals.
As I walk into the lounge milo my calico kitten trods up behind me. I drop a little food into the tropical fish tank and watch as the colourful fish swarm it. Then I turn the heat pump down so it's still keeping the large house warming but is not to hot.
Then I check all the first floor windows. Walking into the laundry room to lock the back door and feed milo I am stopped by a loud crash upstairs.
I look up and frown.
"I'm sure it's nothing, maybe I left a window open upstairs, that would explain why it was rather cold, and the bang, it must be windy," she says in order to calm her anxiety and paranoia. She locks the back door and feeds milo before walking back into the kitchen. Placing the glass in the sink to be washed later she turns to her purse. She rummages through and finds her phone. Unlocking it she sends a quick text to her best friend,
[Haley I think there is someone in my house if I don't send another message in five minutes come around and bring the police.]
She sends then she pulls out the small bottle of pepper which she keeps in her bag, just in case. Dialing 911 into her phone to be prepared she makes her way upstairs. Even though she had been trying to convince herself it was only the wind she knew for a fact she would never have left with any Windows open, her anxious and paranoid personality prevented her from ever doing so.
As she neared the top steps she slowed down and made sure to avoid all the creaky floor boards. Slowly she made her way to the closest room, the spare bedroom.
She peaked inside the room before quietly making her way to the closet. She takes a few quick breaths then yanks the door open. Thankfully not finding anyone she closes it and leaves closing the door behind her.
She moves on to the bathroom also finding that clear.
She goes around the whole top floor, finally she found herself  standing in front of her bedroom door shaking. The door was only open a Crack. There was a soft breeze and her heart froze, there was nothing to cause any breeze unless a window actually was open in there, and she had yet to find what had fallen over. She gulps back her fear and quickly sends another message to Haley.
[Haley I've searched every room but mine, if I don't find anything or anyone I'll send a text asking you to feed milo for me, I'm going to delete the last few messages so if any that are not that are sent it will be clear it is not me,]
I send still highly paranoid,  thankfully Haley was use to my antics so she would not be to worried about It. I got an 'okay' as a response. I delete the messages and then bring up 911 again. I take a deep breath quietly and then push the door open fully, nothing seems out of the ordinary at first but then I see the window just by my bed is open and that the clothes I had hanging on the closet door handle had been knocked down. I bite my lip and making sure to walk a good distance away from my bed to the closet. I put a hand on the doorknob then carefully press and ear to the door. I hear a soft scuffle and heavy breathing which causes me to freeze. I stand for a moment before deciding against opening the door as I do not know if this person is armed or not. I think for armed bit then press the dial button, I pick up the clothing and place them back on the handle.
"911 what's your emergency,"
The woman Asks,
"Hello, sorry to bother you Haley I think I left my phone charger at your house could you check for me?" I ask just in case the person was listening in, I want them to think I don't know they are there.
"Ma'am this is an emergency number if there is no emergency please do not call,"
The woman says
"Hang on I just need to close this window I must have left it open," I say hoping that she will understand.
I close the window and then leave the room closing the door loudly behind me.
I head downstairs and then in a low quite voice
"Miss there is someone in my house, they broke in through my second floor window and hide inside my bedroom closet. I dont know if they are armed or not and I am not sure what I should do!" I say slightly panicked.
"Ma'am give me your address I will send help for now stay calm, if you do not know if they are armed or not then we will have to assume that they are, I want you to either try to hide and arm yourself or exit the premise, do not confront them," the woman says. I hear a floor board creak behind me and I freeze.
"Yeah ill come get it now Haley, I'll just call an Uber I can't be bothered driving...." I lower my phone and pretend to end thoheyohe hey call and start a new one "... hey are you able to come pick me up from 21 pine street, Oakland...."
"Help is on the way just hold tight and try to find a place to hide or try to get out of the house ma'am," the woman instructs. I nod
"cool I'll see you soon thanks," I say cheerfully before hanging up and walking to the kitchen. I grab my bag and the knife which I had left with the other dishes slightly thankful I had not yet put them away, I walk back down the hall every now and then hearing something moving around me. Then I registered that the movement was coming from the direction I was now walking towards. This person was going to ambush me. I pull out my pepper spray and hold the knife in a tight grip with the dull side against my arm and so it was hidden behind my back slightly. I had taken defense lessons when I was younger so I knew how to fight but I was not strong and I hated the sight of blood so I did not want to have to actually use the weapon but if it came to it I was ready. I get to the end of the hall and look around with narrow eyes. From the shadows comes a raspy voice,
"I know you called the police, but that won't do you much good," the male says.
"And why might that be sir?" I ask fighting to keep my voice strong so I don't sound frightened.
"I've not been caught yet, and I don't plan on being caught now," he says with a rather hoarse voice. He stretches his arms as though preparing for exercise. Something in his hand flashes and I try not to let the fear and surprise show on my face. I gulp and force a smirk onto my face.
"I feel you are at an advantage right now sir, you have broken into my house through the second floor window, which must mean you are rather use to doing so, and you have seen my face," I say tilting my head "step out of the shadows, it's only fair I get to see your face as well," I say fully ignoring the nagging feeling of my mind reminding me of what the woman had told me not to do. Do not confront them.
Yet hear I Am confidently confronting this man who is armed and somehow scaled my house and opened a locked window. 
He steps forward and I am unable to prevent my eyes widening and the small gasp.
"Oh my are you all right? You are incredibly pale?" I ask ignoring the scars cut into his cheeks and the wide eyes. He tilts his head as if he is confused and starts fiddling with the old bloody kitchen knife in his hand. He flips it and twirls it in between  his fingers.
"Thats not what they usually say?" He says almost amused.
"Well what do the usually say then!? Your skin is an unhealthy colour it is not normal to be that pale!" I snap momentarily forgetting that this man is probably very incredibly dangerous.
"They usually scream in terror," the man shrugs.
"Well that is rude, I don't know why you have scars but I will go ahead and assume it's personal, my grandfather was in the war so I understand some people end up with unplanned differences,  that does not mean that they are. Different," I say waving my arms around during my tangent, I hated when people judged others based on how they look, it was only when i looked back at the man that e realized her mistake. His wide eyes were focus on the knife in her hands.
"You know what I might actually feel bad for killing you, but I'm still going to do it, if only there were more people in the world like you, maybe I would never have become this monster," he says almost sadly. I gulp.
"I should probably have just left like that lady on the phone told me to huh," I mutter with a sigh
"I don't suppose you'll give me a head start?" I ask dropping my bag on the ground.
"Sure why not I'll catch up easily." He smugly says.
"Didn't catch a name, if I'm going to die could I at least know who you are?" I ask curiously
"The names Jeff. Jeff the killer," he says his grin looking more sinister now then before
"Ah, well sorry 'bout this Jeff, seems like it's not entirely your fault you are as you are, I don't think you are a monsters.... I do think you you could be nice if you were not you know, about to kill me." I say "Oh well such a shame," I dash towards him and pepper spray him before turning and running back into my house. I run into the kitchen to grab the back door key and turn to run out to the laundry and out of the house only to be blocked by Jeff. 
"I'll admit that almost got me but darling I have no eyelids after a while you learn to deal with any pain," he says with a smirk his knife gripped in and day fighting position.
"Hmm, didn't notice that, damn it, I was so close to getting out too," I sigh flipping my knife around and shifting to match his
Fighting position
"I'll feel I should let you know I did self defense lessons, but I'd rather not have to harm you," I say.
He smirks.
"Look kid I've killed a lot of people and I can easily say none of them have talked this much, in fact other then the occasional person begging for there life none of my victims have ever talked," he says.
I nod with my lips pursed
"I suppose it would probably make sense, not many people talk to someone threatening there life like they just meet up at the mall, not that I'm procrastinating fighting with you or anything but do you mind if I ask about your scars? I always did like my grandfather's story's for all his scars, I find that the story behind how someone got a scar is part of their beauty,"I say with a small shrug.
"I mean you are clearly procrastinating but if you must know I did it." He snaps.
I raise and eyebrow and slightly lower my gard,
"Oh?" I say inquisitivly
"I was young, like mid teens, and some local bullys got into a fight at some kids birthday party because I attacked them to defend my brother. I ruffed them up a bit they ruffed me up then I got alcohol poured on me and an lighter thrown at my feet, long story short, I slightly lost my mind went insane cut a smile into my face and I guess burnt my eyelids off. I don't really know it's been a while, now my family is dead and I'm a killer on the run, time for you to go to sleep!" He says before launching himself at me. I block his attack and grunt.
" Well that is rather sad, how did you're family die?" I ask through my clenched teeth as I concentrate my strength and adrenaline into the fight.
"Hmm Oh I killed them, my mom found me deforming my face and went to get my dad, they were gonna shoot me so I stabbed them, then I killed my brother because it would not have been fair of me to leave him to wake up to his parents dead And brother insane and missing," he shrugs swinging for another attack.
"A bit psychopathic but understandable," I say with Another grunt as I hold his attacks back.
"You know I think this it's the first time someone has actually known what they are fighting back, not just... you know blindly swinging any old thing on hopes it hits me," he says grunting as he goes to kick my legs out from under me. I jump over the kick and Bing my heel down on his shin.
"I wasn't joking about the self defense. I'm a quite an easily paranoid person so seemed like a good idea at the time, not regretting it at all," I say with a small twitch or a smile.
"Yeah, I don't think you would be, and I'm actually kind of sorry about this your a really chill person...but self defense doesn't stop me," he says flipping his knife so he holds the blade.
"And I just happen to practice knife throwing in my spare time." He says pulling his arm back and throwing the knife. My eyes widden and is duck down bringing my andros up over my head as I cower. I hear a thunk as the knife embeds itself into the wall right where my head is.
"Bloody hell that is terrifying, I say My whole life Flash before my eyes. Wow my life is boring," I say My humer taking over as a fall back to my over loaded brain.
"Can you just die already!? Honestly the police can't be far off and I can't be hear when they get here! I can't leave you alive either! It's goes against all of my rules!" He snaps
"Today is really not a good day for me is it," I sigh. Standing back up.
"Look kid don't make it any harder then it has to be" he says picking up a steak knife.
"Hmm unfortunately I can't do that, I'm rather stupid sometimes and have it infuriating habit of not laying down to die," I say pulling his knife out of the wall behind me.
"You want this back?" I ask holding it out to him.
"You are just going to toss me back the thing I'm using to threaten your life with?" He asks curiously as he grabs it putting the steak knife down.
"Like I said not the smartest but I am fair, also it seems like that is probably pretty important to you, sentimental value and stuff," I shrug dashing forward to try my hand at an attack.
"You betcha bloody ass it's got sentimental value," he grunts blocking the attack then fighting back.
I nod "Yeah," I hum attempting to kick him away. He grabs my leg and lifts leading to me falling to the floor, I close my eyes at the hard impact and groan.
"I guess I should have seen that coming," I mutter. I look up and smile,
"Looks like you win, but I want to let you know that I forgive you," I say looking him dead in the eyes.
He gets on top of me and holds the knife up over me, giving a small nod of appreciation he holds me down.
"Again I might actually be sorry about this, you were an admirable opponent but I don't give mercy and I don't leave survivors, maybe I will talk to the slender man later and see if he can do something to bring you back," he says.
"Yeah I have no clue what that means but sure, didn't think you would be r he mercy giving type, sorry about this but I did say im not the type to give up easily," I say stabbing the knife in held into his side. He looks down at is and grunts before lifting his and gain and bringing it down on my head. Right betwen my eyes
"See ya kid" he grunts aas everything fades. With the last few seconds of life I give him a small smile before coughing and fading out. The thick scent of my blood, The sirens from the police and his retreating form the last things to grace my dying senses.